Lawrence POV

It was two o'clock in the Vatican. I was injured and decided to come back home.

I lived on the top floor of a luxurious building. There was a very wide balcony with sofas, tables, and some expensive furniture. 

I often liked to sit there and watch the rising sun and sunset and the busy people under the building. I didn't have to rush for life like those people because I had enough money.

I sat on the sofa to deal with the wound. Logan's sharp claws made a terrible blood mark on my arm, but I didn't need to worry because werewolves were born with the ability...